*The story of a young woman whose needs make her work at a government run brothel and her handler.
*Literotica rules apply
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Marshall looked at the clock on his media centre, it was time to go to work. A new girl was coming to the relief centre today and he had to show her around and discuss her preferences which meant he had to get there earlier than usual.
The relief centre was a fancier name for the government operated cheap brothel where men and women could get a quick fuck without having to rely on illegal prostitution and shady practices. The centres were set up after a bold experiment showed it reduced the number of crimes involving sex to almost nothing, although it took its time before it became widely accepted.
His job was being a handler to four of the women working there. He would assist them, keep an eye on them through a special camera for their safety, provide food and drinks when they wanted some, help freshen them up after each customer including their private parts, and tie and untie them every time since the section he worked at was specialised in light bondage like soft handcuffs, wrists and ankles bound by leashes, shawls, things like that.
He himself wasn't particularly into that kind of thing, but sometimes he discussed an idea with the women and then used it if they liked it. He had also never been interested in using the option of getting service from any of the women, offered to the handlers to relieve any pent up desires while working with naked women all day. It wasn't that he didn't like sex, but the few times he'd been with a woman had been for just a little fun while on vacation. He also didn't have to complain about the attention because he was in good shape and women flirted with him to get him into their bed at least once. He just didn't have that much desire to get laid.
He put away the book he was reading and got dressed in his standard black suit. A suit was the official dress code to show the customers he was a handler, but there was no insignia or anything to indicate he worked at a relief centre. Handlers just looked to the public as people working as managers working at an office or maybe a nightclub or restaurant. He preferred it since that would avoid any strange and curious looks or questions which was still a thing despite the common occurrence of centres like this.
A quick hand through his black hair was enough to make it look decent enough and he left, mildly curious to meet the new girl.
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Marshall arrived at the plain looking building downtown. To avoid any direct embarrassment to their customers there were no signs or lights indicating its purpose. Only a simple sign with the address hung next to the revolving door with opaque glass at the front, and a similar entrance was at the back out of the public view. It was a public secret what went on it there.
He didn't care much for it and always used the most convenient entrance to him. He had to sign in at the front desk anyway.
'Good evening Carry.' he said, taking the clipboard from the desk and filling in his name.
The young woman in blue skirt suit gave him a charming smile. 'Good evening Marshall. Your new girl has already arrived and is waiting in the staff lounge.'
He gave her the clipboard with a little surprise. 'Oh? And I thought I got here in plenty of time to receive her.'
'She said her shopping was done more quickly than she had expected.'
'I see.' he said and took his security badge from the rack on the wall behind the desk. 'I'll go right away then. See you later.'
'Later.' she said as he left for the employee lounge.
The lounge was a comfortable large room in light pastel colours with two screens to watch the media, several big chairs and couches, an open kitchen and an entrance to dressing rooms, showers and baths in the back. Marshall greeted the women and men who were just finishing their shifts. One of his fellow handlers gestured at the woman in her early twenties sitting in a chair at the side, leafing through the information booklet she was given at the front desk.
Taking a cup of coffee with him he went over to her. Despite having no expectations he had to admit she looked cute. Full blonde hair down to her neck, a big pony reaching her eyes, pleasant blue eyes, full lips, a cute slightly round nose, her colourful shirt and light blue short skirt not hiding her slightly plump figure and legs, not to mention a nicely round pair of what he estimated to be D cup breasts.
'Good evening.' he said, standing before her. 'I'm Marshall.'
She looked up with her friendly eyes and held out her hand. 'I heard you'd be my handler. I'm Désirée.' she said looking at the handsome man with honest brown eyes, thinking she got lucky to have him assigned to her.
He shook her hand which was warm and gentle. He already sensed she'd be pleasant to work with. 'Welcome here.' he said and sat down in the chair opposite of her. 'I see you've been given the guidebook.'
She nodded. 'Most of it I've learned at the training I got.'
He nodded. Everyone who'd start working at relief centres would be given a training first to see if they were ready for this sort of work. 'Good. If you have any questions please ask.'
'I will.' she said, putting the guidebook into the bag next to her chair.
'Shall we begin with a quick tour of the place?'
'Okay, if you're ready.'
He smiled at her and stood up after a drink from his coffee. 'Let's go then.'
He showed her the layout of the building first from a map hanging in the kitchen, the waiting rooms for the customers, the rooms where they would be serviced, the emergency room and the dressing rooms and attached bathrooms.
They walked down the soft yellow painted front hallway where they saw a couple of customers were waiting in the rooms, a middle aged man who looked like he just left the office and a man in his thirties who looked like he needed to relieve some pent up sexual stress before going out tonight.
Going through the door separating the waiting rooms from the others they entered a dimly lit hallway where Kevin, one of Marshall's co-workers just came out of one of the rooms.
'Hey Kevin.' he said.
Kevin looked back and smiled. 'Hey Marshall. Who's this?'
'Désirée, meet Kevin.' Marshall said. 'She's new here.'
Kevin shook her hand. 'Well, I hope you'll enjoy working here.'
She smiled at Kevin, thinking he also looked good with his boyish long blonde hair and blue eyes. 'Thank you.'
He glanced at his pad. 'If you'll excuse me, I have to fetch the next customer.' he said. 'We'll talk more later.'
They watched him leave for the waiting rooms and resumed the tour by going up wide stairs at the back and visiting the section Marshall handled and where Désirée would work.
Marshall opened one of the doors and showed her the small room. The walls had a light touch of red and the floor and ceiling were white. There was no bed but there was a wooden bench with soft leather top at the end with several cushions. In one corner stood a large trunk and in the other was a low sink behind a screen where the customers could freshen up quickly.
'This will be your room from now on if you accept the job.' he said, patting on the bench. 'If you want something else to use like a bed or chair or something, we have plenty of options.'
She felt the softness of the bench and looked at the bars on the wall above it, imagining how her wrists could be tied up there and then have men use her as they wished. The tingle that had been building up inside her from the moment she stepped into the centre grew bigger. The anticipation to feel her pussy fill up with dicks all night made her panties moist already.
Marshall thought he saw a tiny smile of lust on her face and felt amused.
'I think I'll start with this.' she said, turning back to him.
'Good.' he said and gestured at the door. 'Let me show you the monitor room.'
At the end of the corridor was a room where two more handlers sat and watched the monitors on both sides.
'Hey Bob, Stuart.' Marshall said. 'Meet Désirée.'
Both men looked almost as good as Marshall and held up their hands in greeting. 'Hello.' said Bob, 'Hey there.' said Stuart.
'Here we monitor what's going on to make sure you're all right in there.' Marshall said. 'We don't see the customer's face, but the hidden camera will show you and let us know if anything happens.' He turned back to Désirée. 'Not that anything has happened since the centre opened up, but we want to make sure nothing will happen. Customers know this so we keep the bad ones out.'
She nodded as she looked at the feeds on the monitors. Most rooms were occupied and showed the women as they were busy. Some performed blowjobs, two were in handcuffs and taken from the front or behind, others had vanilla sex in missionary and doggy style.
One of the monitors showed a handler cleaning one of the women between her legs. She was a slim young woman with long black hair and laughed while he wiped her with a wet cloth.
'There's four women to every one of you guys?' she asked, counting the monitors.
'Correct.' said Marshall. 'We each are responsible for four ladies directly and keep an eye out for the others when one of us is busy outside this room. Or occasionally when he's sick or on leave.'
'I see.' she said and it made her feel safe.
'Now, let me show you the dressing rooms and showers.' he said and let her out the door.
They went down again and Marshall knocked politely before entering the dressing room. There was one plump red-headed girl putting on her black underwear.
'Why Marshall!' she said in faked indignity. 'How dare you enter a ladies' room just like that!' She covered her bare breasts with her arm. 'Or were you so desperate to have a good look at me?'
He grinned at her and grabbed her tight. 'I'd break down any door to get a glimpse of this fine figure of yours, Brenda.'
She chuckled and gave him a smooch before he let her go. 'Damn you. Why can't I make you mine for real.' she said, picking up her bra, put it on and turned around for him to fasten it at the back. She looked at Désirée. 'Don't be fooled by his ways. All of us girls have tried to get him in the sack, but he's just stubborn as a mule, or as gay as a pelican.'
Désirée let out a laugh before she controlled herself.
'I'm just difficult.' he said, slapping Brenda's firm tush. 'Otherwise you'd have succeeded long ago.'
